"Hey short-stack, ya wanna drag me to the Air and Space while you've got my sleeve?" Al said irritability as Napoleon continued to hold tight to the gangster's suit. The general ignored him and walked on. Finally, Napoleon released Al when they reached the main floor. "Gees, strong grip for a short man." Said Al. Napoleon had his back to Al; very unlike him, he always faced another person. "Hey, Nippy," Al said, a concerned look on his monochromatic face. Napoleon seemed to shake himself out of it and turned to face the gangster.
"Yes?" He said, looking wary.
"You alright? You're not usually this quiet."
"I assure you, I am fine." Said the short general. Al didn't look convinced but let the subject slide. Just then, Amelia and the new exhibit came up the stairs.
"Welcome to the upper floor of the Smithsonian." Said Amelia. She looked over and saw the two and brought the young girl over with her. "Gentlemen, this young lady came here just this morning, her name is Charlotte." She turned to Charlotte. "Charlotte, this is Al Capone," Al came forward and told Charlotte's hand gently.
"Pleasure to meet ya." He said; Charlotte smiled, blushing slightly. Amelia turned to Napoleon and said quietly,
"Charlotte's really shy, think you could help me in showing her around?" Napoleon thought for a moment then nodded. Amelia smiled. "Gatsby, you're a savior." She turned back to Charlotte and said, "Charlotte, Napoleon here has agreed to help me show you around the museum, hope you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind at all." Said Charlotte, smiling. Napoleon suddenly became very interested in the tiles that lined the floor, not before noticing that she had bright, crystal blue eyes.
"Well, night is wasting," Said Amelia brightly. "We best be off if we want to be done by sunrise, ready you two?" They nodded and Amelia led the way farther into the museum, Napoleon at her side.